My hand nervously pulled down on the strap of my bag to ease some of my tension.
As if things weren't gory enough, I watched in silent horror as my purse landed on the carpeted floor of the train.
My bag, which had been slightly open, vomited out a single item.
In its infinite wicked wisdom, it had selected my most offending possession.
Out of my phone, keys, notes, and a sanitary pad, it had selected the PAD.
I stopped breathing.
The rosy pad had landed right on his left shoe as if to mock me.
Oh my God! This can't be happening, right?
The fact that I was so attracted to him made things even worse.
Just my luck! I finally meet someone that makes me believe in love again and I'm a complete wreck.
I hadn't even greeted him and I'd already managed to make a complete fool of myself.
I don’t know what came over me at that moment. I bent down quickly to retrieve my bag from the floor. I refused to snatch the pad from its current residing place. I just REFUSED to.
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Looking sideways at the pervert, I flushed for the eighteenth time when I found his mouth hanging open.
It was at least comforting that the few passengers that were nearby weren’t facing my way.
It isn’t too bad really. The pervert doesn’t count. This gorgeous guy? Who cares. I will never see him again. He will forget all about me and this incident soon enough.
I didn’t dare to look at him though. I didn’t want to see his derision. What must he think of me?
All the while (while I was internally dying inside), my phone had been ringing.
With flustered hands, I took the call. Someone asked me if I was Madame Sophie Porteau.
I wasn’t. However, the moment I terminated this call, there would be no shield to the embarrassment.
In my semi hallucination, I felt the pad growing bigger. My, forget the tomato I was a whole volcano about now.
Only one thing was left to save a bit of my dignity, lie through my teeth.
As if from miles away, I heard myself committing a felony.
I would have answered yes even if they’d asked whether or not I was Hitler. I was too far gone.
Sorry Madame Sophie Porteau. I will impersonate you just for ten minutes. I won’t be greedy and stay on the phone for more than that.